‘You know I want you.’
‘It's not a secret I try to hide.’
‘I know you want me.’
‘So don't keep sayin' our hands are tied.’
Blair's melodious voice filled the entire kitchen when Lucien got back in after attending to the animals. He stopped after he heard Blair singing while washing the dishes. He couldn't help but stare at her from behind.
Lucien got his eyes glued on the image of Blair. The dress she wore looked so simple, yet it fitted her more perfectly than the actual owner. It would be a lie if he said that the dress enhanced Blair's curves. For the truth, it was actually her hourglass body that improved the clothes.
That length of the dress looked undoubtedly awkward as he remembered someone else wearing that dress. However, with Blair, it looked perfect while showing half of her healthy thighs. The contradictions of color over the fabric and her skin complemented each other.
